it was in between the winds
when a squirrel and i caught eyes.
we were both scared
both loitering outside the 7/11.
the squirrel looked like a paranoid crack addict
probably felt like one too.
this must be the first station along love’s journey i thought
or maybe this is a wild west stand-off and
we’re smelling each other out,
in preparation for the kill,
but then it went on longer and
we went past the public relations courtesy point and into
that strange space when
dots in that squirrel’s life started to connect with mine
and vice versa.
that’s when the paranoia and synchronicity spread their wings,
held hands too
and a gust of wind kicked into gear
disturbing the up above leaves.
or maybe they weren’t disturbed.
maybe they liked being turned around,
exposing their under belly other side,
that pale nuclear ash side
because with every ensuing gust,
the leaves twirled back and forth
electric fresh green one second and
pale nuclear ash the next,
two sides of the same life i thought and
so i decided that must be the sound of wind.
i caught summer whispering
5 Julthe curse of matryoshka
7 Juni was walking along the other day
and talking to myself
like anyone else does
when there’s no one else to talk to
and so I asked myself,
“where do your poems come from?”
and i answered,
“from the acupuncture jolts,
feet to spine to mind and
onto scrap paper or into a stranger’s ear”
but where do they really come from?
like the science of it all?
hell if I know,
but i keep walking anyway…
words by Steve, broken bats
just a hunch
10 Maychocar is a favorite spanish word of mine or hers;
means crashing into each other like
the way a kid handles tanks or matchbox cars
in both hands
vrooooooming them a collision;
his palms so sweaty
like they were 7 years later
at the sadie hawkins dance.
Words by steve; broken bats
bipolar dilemma
3 Mayhave i made mountains
out of mole hills;
more sand castle crumble
or is this an idea spark
setting fire to a rosary
in my mind?
words by steve; broken bats
it musta been a rainy day
12 Aprcolorsetbrushes; a 3 plant painting and broken bats; a three verse
his lips seemed orange.
then we boarded the train.
i felt like a drunk etch a sketch;
all that rattling and shaking; erasing
and oh yeh, his orange lips.
he was tall too with amazing posture;
almost like a skyscraper
or maybe it was the chair and
passing scenery outside the window.
when he started talking
i closed my eyes and pretended
his limbs were falling off
and then i just thought about trains for a while;
all the coming and going
and sneaking up around the bends.
words by steve; broken bats
the beginning again
22 Marcolorsetbrushes with a surprise painting or not a surprise, but a stepping in a different direction. I like it and added some words as per usual.
and they whispered “end of the world”
10,000 years ago too.
i still floss my teeth and
wash my feet
every night before slipping into bed
like a love letter stuffed into an envelope
i welcome the chance to sing.
words by steve; broken bats
walkie talkie me and i
20 Janit’s cute all the fancy language sounding fusion,
this planet earth gig,
filling us up with spices and colors is an undeserved gift,
but in the end and
the beginning,
the only language is in our heads;
fueling us onward or
snuffing us out.
still the jungle 